The Lazy Pianist

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“City Crimes ” by The Lazy Pianist

The thunder strikes the pillar. Light blinds my eyes and I look away. The wind whips around me as I hang there in the chilly air, my tired arms finally slipping from the black tungsten surface. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe the prophecy didn’t mean anything after all. (credit: Unsplash)* * *The pillar is always guarded by the top samurai. I remember asking my father why they would just stand there when there was nothing to do. He would respond, Karusho, it’s not that they are doing nothing, but that they make sure nothing will ever touch tha...

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“Amayah, the water god ” by The Lazy Pianist

It smelled of hot fresh herbs and fruit in the kitchen. Amayah carefully placed perfectly iced catnip cupcakes onto a platter. She was exactly two minutes away from her birthday. Cats could not have tea, she knew that- but she'd prepared a fruity version. She could see the hands ticking ever closer to the 2 o'clock mark on her watch. She had been born in a small Munich hospital on February 24th, 1992, and she's turning 40. Her cats slouched on smooth satin cushions in her dining room amidst her rich decorations. Today, they were her tea comp...

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“Sunshine Academy ” by The Lazy Pianist

Diego knew he started the day off wrong. It began with the black and white spice covering the yellow scrambled eggs like a small dust pile. In his haste, Diego had vigorously shook the canister and the white lid had popped off, creating a small cloud and resettling until it cleared and his eggs were newly decorated. It began also when he couldn’t find his lab report. It wasn’t buried underneath his reptile cage, it wasn’t on top of his fan, it wasn’t in the mailbox either. It wasn’t in any of the usual places, and he had checked the ...

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“look into my eyes and see” by The Lazy Pianist

Submitted to Contest #81

Abby set a plate down with a soft thud smoothing out the wrinkles of a satin white napkin. She adjusted the triangle shape observing stark white and deep wine red contrasting each other. She wanted the guilt to wash away from her face. She glanced up as a breeze brushed, the cool tendril of air sweeping across the city as dusk began to call. She walked into her kitchen, snatching a lighter to make flames dance and create shadows against her outdoor creation. He might not even be here tonight. She visioned him coming into the kitchen and brow...

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